the grace of time
How gracious to us is time, bearing new gifts each hour. Opportunities await as seasons unfold, sing no longer yesterday’s song of sorrow.
how sweet is the morning
How sweet is the morning, the dew-dropped blades of grass greet the sun, and the birds sing to those who listen.
I will wait for you, my wildflower
I will wait for you, my wildflower, I see you in the sky, Letting me know we’ll meet sometime soon, I’ll love you forever, my wildflower.
The Ophelia Edit 